Idea of guilt

 

Dreamweaver

Everything points like an arrow finger: guilty

Weigh on the conscience, horrors able to bend the fortress

In which man finds himself. Or, so unaware, full of stress,

An amoral subject, undefinable, unquantifiable for science. Manifests.

 

Two legs not always stand; we all crawl before we rise up.

When we do and our legs hurt seeing the sun escape,

Waiting for a late meal, they say we are responsible.

Under astro king other souls, losing scrupulous, rape.

 

So, many urge to assume the worst, thus creating the thing-given.

Bowed to the voice of the majority, will the following entropy

Friendships so close that crush, a single man, as no voice.

Who would know how many truths condemned people with principles?

 

Quarreled with God, this gives steps and while doing so,

The man shakes and underscores the path where there is stone,

Coming from dropping powder will dust up the river where lies

The ascendancy which account for such disparate systems.

 

The rest is a moment, a risk in polished stone, chalk entangled in it create the phenomenon,

The matrix of uncharted life, winds of twister around families who have forgotten their selves.

 

 

Hearing nothing but critics, some author, if proper is the use of such word,

 

 

Puts noting more to the Sigma matrix, decisive acronym,

Multidisciplinary approach unable to grab a wild bird while escaping

From speeding goshawk, instantly opening transcendence

Transcendence shows us how worth is walking in front of a Wall, full of graffiti.

Because there is no Cigar, dear Sigmund.

Because there it is, the Cigar, and how huge it is such vagina form!

On the balcony, the rocking chair is listening the blues.